As you approach the formidable figure of Prince Io Gallandor, his presence exudes authority and a controlled intensity. Standing tall with a commanding posture, his piercing, calculating eyes are set beneath a strong brow, speaking volumes of his keen intellect. His attire is immaculate, a reflection of his unwavering standards for perfection. Prince Io's voice carries a weight of authority, each word enunciated with precision.

(With a calm and collected tone) Ah, greetings. I trust your presence here holds significance? I do not waste time on idle chatter. Speak your purpose.

You notice a flicker of curiosity in Prince Io's eyes as he waits for your response. His posture remains imposing, yet a subtle shift in demeanor suggests he might be willing to engage in a more extended conversation, should your words prove worth his attention.

His sharp gaze flickers to Marcus before moving back towards his map, seemingly unperturbed by the servant's request. "Very well," he says curtly, rising to his feet. "Lead the way." He follows Marcus out of the library, toward a secluded chamber. The moment they enter and the doors close behind them, Prince Io turns to face Marcus, his expression unreadable.

"I trust you've come prepared," he says coolly. "I have little time for games tonight."

Io arches into the contact, unable to suppress a low moan. He closes his eyes and leans back into Marcus's touch. "Yes," he breathes out, feeling the familiar heat rising within him. With each thrust of Marcus' hips against his backside, Prince Io grows more eager for release.

Io grits his teeth as Marcus thrusts deeper into him, feeling the steady rhythm begin to drive him wild with desire. He arches against his servant's body, moaning incoherently as their flesh melds together beneath the force of passion. His hands claw at Marcus' back, needing some form of purchase to anchor himself during this exquisite agony.

With every thrust comes a new wave of pleasure, intensifying with each passing moment. Prince Io is lost in the sensation, his mind focused solely on the release that Marcus promises to deliver him from the torment of desire. He gasps as their hips meet, grinding against his servant in wordless encouragement for Marcus to take what he needs and give what Io craves.

Io's body convulses, eyes squeezed shut as he feels the hot jets of seed spill into him. His own orgasm is a violent eruption of pleasure that leaves him spent and gasping for air. As Marcus pulls out, Prince Io collapses backwards onto the couch, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggles to regain control.

With his heart pounding in his ears, he glances at Marcus who is now laying beside him, breathless from exertion. "Thank you," he whispers hoarsely. "I trust you'll see to it that... everything remains as it should?" He meets the servant's gaze evenly, unafraid of what Marcus might know or say.

For now, at least, their arrangement is secure.

"Very well, Marcus." Prince Io straightens his jacket and smooths back his hair with a distracted gesture before fixing the servant with a steely gaze. "I'll expect you to be on time tomorrow for your usual duties. I won't tolerate laziness from my most trusted advisor," he says firmly, emphasizing the importance Marcus holds in his eyes despite their unconventional arrangement. With one final nod of farewell, Io turns and walks back towards the chamber doors, his composure regained as if nothing out of the ordinary had transpired between them.

Marcus could be relied upon; that much was beyond question. It was a comforting thought, one that helped balance the scales of their arrangement in his mind. "See to it that you don't disappoint me," Io murmured under his breath as he strode through the doors and out into the hallway, already mentally preparing for the next task ahead.

The rest of the day passed with all the usual efficiency and precision, but Io found himself thinking more often than usual about Marcus and their clandestine meetings. As night fell and the castle grew quiet, he took a final sip of his tea, letting the warmth spread through him before setting down the cup and turning to face his chambers. Perhaps tonight's rest would be plagued by dreams of his beloved Goblin women... or perhaps they might be replaced with thoughts of Marcus instead. The thought brought a faint smile to his lips as he slipped between the sheets, preparing for the night ahead.

Io's thoughts drifted to his secret admiration for Goblin women, as they often did when he lay down to sleep. The fantasies that unfolded in his mind were vivid and intense; the soft curves of their bodies pressed against him, the intoxicating scent of their hair brushing against his skin. In these dreams, Io was free to explore his desires without judgment or consequence. He closed his eyes, relishing in the sensations as they carried him away on a sea of forbidden pleasure.

Io's dreams were filled with images of the Goblin women he longed for, their soft features and lithe bodies dancing before him in a haze of passion. His cock grew hard beneath the sheets as his mind conjured up scene after scene of erotic bliss, each one more intoxicating than the last. He moaned softly, unable to control himself as the dreams consumed him, leaving him aching for release.

With a sudden jerk, Io shot upright in bed, gasping for air. His heart raced and his skin was slick with sweat. Blinking away the last remnants of sleep, he glanced around the darkened chamber, certain that someone had entered while he'd been lost in his dreams. But there was no one there; only silence and the flickering candlelight dancing across the walls.

Trembling from head to toe, Io sat up and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he tried to calm his racing heart. The dream had been so real...so vivid... He took a shuddering breath and willed himself back into control, pushing the memory of those forbidden desires aside for the time being.

As he lay back down once more, Io wondered how long it would be before he was able to sleep again without being haunted by images of the Goblin women and their treacherous servant Marcus. It seemed an impossible task, given how entwined their memories had become with his very existence. With a sigh, he closed his eyes, hoping for oblivion, if only for a few hours more.

"Ah, Marcus," Io groaned, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "I must've been more tired than I thought." He yawned widely, the events of last night still fresh in his mind. "Bring some coffee," he ordered, standing and heading toward the bathing chamber. The memory of Marcus nudging him back to consciousness brought a pang of guilt and shame with it, but Io pushed those feelings aside as best he could. He had more important matters to attend to today; the kingdom couldn't afford its leader being distracted by thoughts of forbidden pleasures.

Io took the proffered cup with a murmur of thanks, inhaling the rich aroma gratefully. "Thank you, Marcus." Sipping at the coffee, he was briefly transported to the momentary calm and clarity it brought before the cold reality set back in. Glancing over at his servant, he couldn't help but feel a pang of resentment for being so beholden to him. With an effort, Io pushed those thoughts aside as well; there would be time enough for such musings later, when he had more privacy and less important matters demanding his attention.

"Come," he said finally, "I must attend to business. You may begin preparations for the upcoming council meeting." His tone was crisp and commanding, yet tinged with weariness; a testament to the heavy weight he carried upon his shoulders each day. Without waiting for Marcus's acknowledgement, Io turned on his heel and strode purposefully from the chamber, leaving his servant behind him.

The rest of the day passed in much the same manner, with Io engaging in council meetings, reviewing maps, and attending to various other matters of state. Despite his best efforts to keep his mind focused on his duties, there were times when he found himself distracted by memories of the night before; the dreams and fantasies that continued to haunt him like specters from a darker past. It was a constant struggle, one which he knew would likely continue for as long as he lived. But for now, at least until Marcus sought his attention again in the quiet of their private chambers, Io could pretend that things were normal; that he wasn't constantly walking a tightrope between his duty to the kingdom and his desires as a man.

Io's heart raced as Marcus took control, his body responding instinctively to the servant's touch. "Yes," he murmured, arching into the contact despite himself. He knew better than to resist; it would only make things more difficult for both of them in the end. His hands trembled slightly as they clenched and unclenched at his sides, desire coursing through him like a raging river.

As Marcus continued to guide his movements, Io closed his eyes and focused on the sensations, trying to lose himself in the moment and forget about the weight of obligation and guilt that threatened to crush him whenever he let his guard down for even an instant. For now, at least until their private tryst was over and they returned to their respective roles within the kingdom, Io could pretend that things were normal; that this hidden world where desire ruled and taboos had no place existed only in his dreams.

Io opened his eyes wide and looked up at Marcus as the servant thrust into his mouth, moaning with pleasure. He began to suck on his cock rhythmically, working it in tandem with Marcus's motions. His own arousal spiked anew as he felt Marcus pressing against his lips, so close to release that he could taste the sweet nectar of desire on his tongue. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once; to be so exposed and helpless in the hands of another man. But for now, as long as Marcus needed him this way, Io would do whatever it took to keep their secret safe.

Io sucked harder, moaning around Marcus's cock as he felt the other man's hands tighten in his hair. He began to bob his head, taking more of the servant's length into his mouth with each thrust. His tongue danced across the sensitive flesh, teasing and pleasuring while he tried to drive Marcus closer to the edge. The taste of him filled Io's senses, making it difficult to remember that they were anything but two men engaged in a moment of passionate abandon.

"Fuck... yes..." Marcus grunted out, his hips bucking wildly as he approached orgasm. "I've got you..." He thrust once more, deep into Io's throat before releasing himself in a torrent of hot seed. Io took it all, swallowing and sucking greedily until the last drop was gone from Marcus's cock. His mouth felt full and satiated as he looked up at the servant with pleading eyes.

"Now..." he gasped for air, his voice hoarse from exertion. "...it's my turn."

Io arches into Marcus' touch, unable to contain his moans as he feels the servant fill him completely. With each thrust, more of Marcus's length slides inside and he's left panting for release. He presses back against Marcus, seeking more depth, wanting the other man to know how much he needs this connection; however illicit it may be. "Fuck me," Io groans out, "Make me yours."

His words fuel Marcus' movements, spurring him on as they continue their forbidden dance behind closed doors. The desk creaks and sways beneath them, echoes of their passionate encounter filling the room like a tangible force. Io's ass clenches tight around Marcus' cock, milking it, demanding release even as he begs for more.

Io's body trembles as he feels the hot rush of Marcus' release, and a shuddering cry escapes him as he too is overcome with pleasure. He clenches tight around his servant, milking every last drop of seed from him before finally relaxing, spent and gasping for air.

For now, their secret remains safe; another day without discovery. But the weight of it all presses down on Io like an unbearable burden, and he knows that soon enough they will have to face reality once more. With a sigh, he reaches back to grab at Marcus's hand, helping his servant pull out as they both come back to their senses.